Dérive - Songs Made of Gasoline Lyrics

Did you hear it on the radio?
Those twisted teeth are gonna turn your stomach.
Did you hear it on the radio?
Those mangled keys are gonna tear your eyelids.
She gets in the car – she’s shaking my hand
Take off down the street and tear up the land
In the middle of the night we’ll lie down in the sand
How many days of hell can you stand?

I heard it on the radio.
Every singer is a hissing snake.
I heard it on the radio.
Every thought is a truth gone fake.
It feels like the worst part of a song you love.
The middle is good but the ending’s abrupt
This song sounds like when a volcano erupts
Hey good morning! What was your name again?

Last year I wrote thirteen confessions.
They were all lies and they went like this:

When I opened my mouth to sing
There was nothing but the sound of snapping broken wings
I heard the sound of wedding rings
Tossed into the trash with other useless things.
When I opened my mouth to sing
The notes didn’t sound and they didn’t ring
Less like a tone and more like a bee sting
Let’s listen to the absence of the plucking of a string.

Thanks for the tar black future.
Thanks for the neon night.
Thanks for the acid oceans
I can learn to love anyone.
Thanks for the pitch black future
Thanks for the neon skies.
Thanks for the grimy seascape
I can learn to love anyone

Do you see that girl at the end?
We were friends.
Do you see that girl at the end?
We could have been friends.
Do you see that girl at the end?
Little fingers tap little plans.
Do you see that girl at the end?
I’m watching rats crawl in and they all sound like this:

Stray birds of summer come to my window and fly
And yellow leaves of autumn flutter and fall with a sigh
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart
Like the evening among the trees

Watch the past sink to the bottom of a lake
How many years of decay can you take?
Watch the past sink to the bottom of a lake
How many years of decay can you take?

Do you see that girl at the end?
We were friends.
Do you see that girl at the end?
We were friends.

When I opened my mouth to sing
There was nothing but the sound of snapping broken wings
I heard the sound circle me around
And ripple through the darkness in leaps and bounds
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze
Are blowing through my heart like wind through the trees
The parts I hate falling off like dying leaves
The parts I hate falling off like dying leaves

Sunk in my low delusions
I am wicked and unclean.
I read holy books but I don’t know what they mean.
Like a bird from the nest.
Like an arrow from the bow.
I go.

Thanks for the tar black future
Thanks for the neon night.
Thanks for nothing. Thanks for nothing.
I can learn to love anyone.
Thanks for nothing. Thanks for nothing.
Thanks for nothing. Thanks for nothing.
I can learn to love just about anyone.